I looked up from my phone, and saw a red sun beaming down
From the ceiling in Oporto
There were 10 guys just like me,
Public service payday lunchtime, sitting at single seats
And any one of them coulda been me
Give or take 10 years, give or take 15 kilos,
Give or take 20 grand a year
We’ve got Chickensalt and Newsfeeds on our fingers,
And we can count all of our good friends on one hand
Sitting together all alone, grasping dockets and our mobile phones
We know it can’t stay this way, but we don’t know how to change
And we’ve all got shit to do,
Avoiding work and conversations, finding solace in greasy food.
Don’t know why we’ve gathered here though,
Trying to reconcile chips and coke zero
We let the noise wash over, numbers are called out
And Bruno Mars screams from the plasma in the corner
We’ve got Chickensalt and Newsfeeds on our fingers,
And we can count all of our good friends on one hand
Sitting together all alone, grasping dockets and our mobile phones
We know it can’t stay this way, but we don’t know how to change
So we scrunch up or napkins and paper bags,
And wipe our fingers on our pants.
We’ve got families and wifi, loyalty cards and wealth
Trying to reconcile a standard of living with mental health
And one by one we’re out the door,
Avoiding eye contact with charities and anyone we’ve met before
We get back to work. How ya goin’?
Don’t know what to say. Just taking solace in payday
credits
from Click Cult,
released June 21, 2017
Recorded by Harvey Welsh
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024